"Hullo," the chuckle reverberated underneath me, tickling my chest a bit and causing me to inaudibly giggle.
"Hi," came my flustered voice, pushing myself a few inches higher so I could get a good and proper look at his face, "Doesn't your hair ever get messy in the mornings?" I grumbled, patting his still-perfectly-combed-since-the-day-before hair.
"Your hair's messy enough in the mornings for the both of us, lovely," George fondly brushed back a stray curl as I huffed in slight annoyance (but secretly enjoying it very, very much as he doted over me aimlessly).
"Rude," I chastised him, before smiling down at him, "I think I like lying down on you. You're comfortable enough."
"Pity if I wasn't," he tsked, "Then you'd have rearranged me organs all for nothin'. 'Ta for that, anyways. Always wanted a free body massage, y'know," he very seriously said, one hand behind his head, propping it up on the pillow, the other coming to rest at the small of my back.
"I don't roll around that much in my sleep!" I gasped in mock-offense, poking what was visible of his chest, "You're just... I don't know, delicate!"
"Delicate?!" he horrifically exclaimed, as I rolled back to lie down beside him, tangling my legs with his in the process, "I'll have you know, I don't curl me eyelashes every night like Paulie does."
"Does it matter? You're just as pretty as he is, so still delicate," I smirked, as he nearly threw himself on me.
Swiftly grabbing my face in his palms, he pressed an open-mouthed, searing kiss to my lips, nipping at the soft skin there and daring to gently tug at my bottom lip, before passionately kissing me once more with the same burning emotion that rendered me breathless.
In a completely polar opposite fashion, he rubbed his cheek angelically against mine, scratchy with mild stubble, but tender in the manner he did it, leaving small, sweet kisses all over my cheeks and forehead.
Now in reversed positions from how we were when we first woke up, he grinned breathtakingly, fangs poking out as the boyishly happy expression remained, whereas I lied underneath, nearly panting from the sheer intensity of it all.
"Still think I'm delicate?"
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